Its nine o'clock and to the bar to watch the band if we get that farnOne more drink to start the night out, here we gonShot of tequila, half a bottle of gin, jagermeister running off her chinnOne more drink will put her lights out, here she goesnnShe's throwing blows right at my facenIts plain to see she's a basket casenAnd every time she's liquored up she's 5150 we've had enoughnAnd she isnnPut on your makeup, drunken war paintnSmear your lipstick, do your face upnPull your hair back, lower your standardsnAnd get your hopes up tonightnnShe's throwing blows right at my facenIts plain to see she's a basket casenAnd every time she's liquored up she's 5150 we've had enoughnAnd she is, shit faced, a drunken lush